Blenkinsop.
By the way, has it slipped your memory that you’re engaged to Miss Sellenger?
Gerald.
Good Lord, no!
Blenkinsop.
Gerald.
That’s a confounded impertinent thing to say.
Blenkinsop.
My dear fellow, I never saw any one with less common sense in my life. Surely it’s not very extraordinary that the same tender passion which inflames the chaste breasts of yourself and Miss Sellenger, should attack the equally chaste breasts of myself and Mrs. Worthley.